Tukaram, Poem 3497

If an onion springs up on a pediment for the tulsi it pleases Thee not, O Govinda, whatever we do for it. So too, men void of devotion, though born in high ranks, we should look on as demons, as the scentless core of the ketaka flower. Tuka says, A maggot in a piece of sandal-wood will never be placed on God’s forehead.